This bloody newspaper is very interesting.

I don't know what material it is made of, but when I hold it in my hand, it looks like nothing, and there is almost no weight.

And the font on it will change, and some interesting information will appear from time to time.

Of course, most of it is disorganized.

"Eggshell World?"

"It seems that someone has said this."

Wu Hao remembers that some scholars speculated that our world is actually a world similar to an eggshell, or a world similar to a matryoshka doll.

We only live on a certain level, and the further we go, the denser the material rules become, and the more real the world becomes.

And the further out you go, the more bizarre and bizarre the world becomes, full of distortions.

The eggshell world, in other words, is the world of the surface and the world of the inside!

"So, I should be in the watch world? In the shell of an egg near the outside? And the so-called human scalp paper world is the inner world, is the egg yolk? ”

Wu Hao was a little stunned.

No wonder, the bone flute can't take itself directly into the world of human scalp paper, after all, the rules there must be very strict and dense, and there are very few cases where it can be pried and twisted.

After a few more days, Wu Hao discovered some very interesting things.

Some ghosts quietly disappeared under his nose.

Completely gone.

No matter how much you look for it, you can't find it.

After encountering this situation several times in a row, he found that some of the ghosts that had disappeared had actually reappeared, and their aura was much stronger, and some even had a strong smell of blood on their bodies.

And some of them never came back.

He's dead?

Still is...... Left in that egg yolk?

Thinking of the surface world and the inner world, Wu Hao had a slight guess in his heart.

It's just that he is not very sure about his guess.

The ghosts that suddenly disappeared or reappeared probably invaded the inside of the eggshell by some means.

Just, what is this method?

How is he going to get in?

Wu Hao didn't know anything.

No one could tell him.

A few more days passed.

Wu Hao saw the three-headed ghost he had just seen here.

It's an old friend.

Pools of blood, skulls, headless ghosts, tombstone arms.

At the beginning, these three monsters, skulls and tombstone arms all disappeared suddenly, but now they didn't expect to come back.

It should have gone to the inside of the eggshell.

It's just a little strange that the tombstone arm snatched the headless ghost somehow and installed it on his body, and behind the tombstone, a small dilapidated grave bag also began to appear.

Looking at its momentum, it is much stronger than before.

Looking at the skull, it was almost completely destroyed, and a few finger marks were deeply pressed on the white skull.

The mark was the size of a finger on the arm of a tombstone.

"In this space, ghosts can't damage a single bit. So how does the Tombstone Arm capture the Headless Ghost and inflict damage on the skull? ”

"Could it be that in the inner world, ghosts can devour each other?"

Wu Hao's ghost claw's body continued to float in the black ghost mist, and he was thoughtful for a while.

As for the inner world, he wanted to go into it even more intensely.

Wu Hao guessed that if he wanted to go in, he could only rely on the energy nodes, contact by himself, and penetrate his own power from the outer eggshell to the inner egg yolk little by little.

The so-called energy node is actually a maggot that burrows into the eggshell, and Wu Hao can enter it as long as he contacts it.

It's just that now, the maggots in the eggshell have still not been communicated, and he wants to go in, but he has no choice.

He seems to be a greedy peeper, looking at the bustling inner world, but he can't get in.

I can only drool with greed.

Time went by like this, day by day.

Human Scalp Paper World, New England, Boothvilleshire.

August 9th.

Jerrell looked a little crazy.

Delirium.

He hadn't stepped out of his apartment for many days, just sat still, motionless looking at the line relief in his hand.

The room was surrounded by paper smeared with a red pen. You can see the golden twisted coffin on it, the dark and oppressive mist on it, and many abstract paintings twisted to the extreme.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"It's coming out, it's coming out......"

"Presence in the Golden Coffin ......"

Jerrel's expression was distorted, and a trace of black gas appeared in his eyes, and at this moment there was no breath of a living person at all, and it was filled with the ominous smell of death.

With a hideous smile, he actually pulled out his eyes little by little, put them in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

There was not the slightest blood in the eyesockets that had lost their eyeballs, and it looked as if they had been dried up for a long time.

His body has long since turned into a dried corpse!

"Hey, hey"

"Hee-hee"

"It's getting more and more interesting......"

In the endless whispering and laughter, in the ominous fear,

Gradually, the night came!

No one noticed that at some point, layers of black mist were pouring out of this huge apartment.

Under the cover of darkness in the night, the fog had unconsciously covered the 11th floor of the apartment where Jerrell was located.

Midnight, 12 o'clock.

The darkest, deepest, and most yin time of the day.

"Bang, bang~"

A strange knock on the door, one long and two short, suddenly sounded.

"Who?"

There are 1,102 rooms in the 11-story apartment, and the owner is a bald man, who roared angrily at the moment.

Being disturbed in the middle of the night is very unpleasant to think about.

He wanted to see who was so uninteresting and came to find someone in the middle of the night.

It's also fortunate that he slept late, otherwise he would have been woken up when he was sleeping in Zhengxiang, wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable?

However, no one outside answered.

"Who?"

He couldn't bear to ask again, and at the same time looked out through the cat's eye on the door, but it was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything at all.

The lights and moonlight in the hallway seemed to be gone.

"Weird? Could it be that the lights are all broken? ”

The man muttered in his heart, for some reason there was something hairy in his heart.

I felt a chill in my back unconsciously.

He looked through the cat's eye again, and it seemed that there was really no one, so he ignored it and turned his head and walked to his bedroom.

I also closed the bedroom door casually.

About ten minutes later

The man, who was watching TV in his bedroom, heard the strange knock on the door again.

"Bang, bang~"

"Grass!"

"Who, the fuck is annoying, the prank has come to Lao Tzu's head?"

"I'm going to have to screw your skull!"

The man cursed.

In an instant, I rushed to the edge of the bedroom door, and I was about to open the door and walk towards the door of my apartment, and then I must catch the prankster and wring his skull off!

However, the moment his hand was just on the doorknob of the bedroom, his heart was stunned, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping down in an instant.

The knock on the door just now was not from the outside door, but from his bedroom door!

How......

Possible!

......